Happy Place

The raindrops chase each other down the windows and thunder rumbles in the belly of the clouds, just outside these thin walls.

My head gingerly rests on his chest, rising and falling with each breath of his, tuned in to the resonant beating of his heart. One of his hands absentmindedly plays with my hair and caresses my arm.

If there’s one word to describe how I feel, it’s safe.

We’ve gathered every blanket and duvet in existence and hidden beneath them, away from the cold and away from the light. With every thunder’s boom, I bury my head a little bit further into him.

I never want to open my eyes.

Because when I do, I’ll be home, cold and alone.

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